TQuintA Posted April 20, 2020 Author Share Posted April 20, 2020 Chapter 37 Wednesday morning came, and so did I. I started my day making sure I’d paid my cock enough attention that it would stay down for a few hours. Mo had bought me three hideous but durable outfits, and I put on the least detestable: a long-sleeved shirt in a stretchy, lime green color, and a pair of (thankfully black) pants that felt like they were made from the same material as workout tights, but were cut like formal pants. They didn’t have any pockets, so I had to carry my wallet, keys, and phone. Even though they were made of stretchy fibers for bodybuilders, they felt a little tight. I internally reveled that I was getting too big for bodybuilder clothes. They clung to every surface of my body, hugging every curve, accentuating every sinew, detailing every vein, but I was decent enough for work. At work, things were so normal and people treated me so normally that I started to feel on top of things, actually. Mr. Carr liked me better than Mr. Tyler did. Garrett was finally on my side. I had no planned interactions with Vernon. And Quincy was likely to have a breakthrough with the accounting database at any moment. Things felt in control. I spent the morning in my office doing work on my grossly inadequate chair. Time zoomed by until there was a knock on my door. “Come on in,” I said. Mo walked in and sat on my desk rather than my guest chair. “I’ve got some questions that I could easily look up online. But, since you already know the answers, I’ll ask you instead.” “Great,” I said, glancing at the clock. “Fire away. It’s almost time for a lunch break anyway.” “Okay. Where did Oz go to school?” There was a rapidity in his voice that intimidated me. “Undergrad Columbia, graduate Boston University.” “Main campus Columbia?” “As far as I know.” Mo leaned in closer. “What was the name of the guy he was dating when he started dating you?” “Sinclair. I don’t know if that’s a first name, a last name, or a nickname, but it’s all Oz ever called him.” I paused, adding, “I think he owns a restaurant.” “Exactly how long were he and Sinclair dating?” I felt like I was being interrogated. “Just shy of ten years.” “How shy?” “A month? Two? Oz doesn’t talk about it very often.” “Who would you say is Oz’s closest work friend?” This was bizarre. “Are all these questions about Oz?” “In one way or another. Yes.” “So, you think it’s Oz again?” “I didn’t say that. I’m gathering info.” “Well, for your info, Oz doesn’t talk about the people he works with like they’re his friends. When he does talk about them, on those rare occasions, it’s mostly quick, one sentence stories about what boneheaded thing so-and-so said at the meeting. Most of Oz’s friends are in his phone or online. Or are me.” “That tracks,” Mo said. “What tracks?” Before Mo could answer, Quincy came into the office. When he saw the two of us talking to each other, he said, “Oh. Am I disturbing you? I can come back.” “What’s this about, Quincy?” “I found the budgeting codes in the accounting database.” “Then get in here,” I insisted, but Quincy stayed hovering by the door. Realizing Quincy wasn’t going to get any closer, Mo moved the conversation along, asking, “Whose code was it?” “The code was deleted. There was an empty file where the data should have been. If this had been a physical location, there would be claw marks. That’s how forcefully this data was deleted. Someone with access to the accounting database came into the server and thoroughly deleted it. And I can’t track who did it. They didn’t just cover their tracks; they burned them down. Unless there’s a redundant set of data somewhere in the database, I don’t think I can recover any of the lost information.” “That sucks,” Mo said. “I was banking on that evidence.” “Sorry,” Quincy said, retreating to a corner in my office like a chastised child. “You don’t have to stand in the corner, Quincy.” Before Quincy could comment one way or another, Izzy came into my office. “When it rains,” I said. Then I noticed the bouquet of red and purple flowers Izzy was carrying. “Are these for me?” Mo asked. “Your brother.” Mo pretended to be insulted and handed me the flowers. The card read, “Let this bouquet of bougainvillea serve as a meager apology for my behavior this past fortnight.” I didn’t even have to read the signature. “Who are they from?” Mo asked. “Vernon Bailey,” I said. “Is he here?” Mo seemed excited by the idea. “If I know Vernon, yes.” “He’s just outside the office,” Izzy said. “Can you get him in here so I can ask him some questions?” Mo asked. “Why the hell not?” I replied. My office was feeling crowded, but maybe Mo could knock some sense into Vernon. “Vernon, you can come in now.” Vernon came around the corner and into the office. “I take it, then, we are once again on fellowly terms?” He had expected me to be alone in the room, but it was practically full. “I see I have trespassed upon some sort of midday festivity.” “Nothing of the sort,” I said. “Vernon Bailey, this is Izzy Bernal, Quincy Adkins, and my brother Cayden Todd.” Vernon cozied up to Cayden. “The brother?” he took Mo’s hand to kiss it, and when he stood back up, he said, “I find your fingers unadorned with jewelry. Shall I take it that you are romantically unencumbered?” “I’m in a very new relationship,” Mo said, “but he and I sometimes have room for a third in the bed.” “Word,” Izzy confirmed. “How decadent,” Vernon chimed. “I actually have some questions for you,” Mo said. “Can I leave?” Quincy said. “I’m uncomfortable.” “Stick around,” Mo said. “I might need you later. Izzy, you can go if you want.” “Nah. All the fun’s in here.” “I believe, darlingest Cayden, you were going to ask me some questions.” “Yes,” Mo confirmed. After a pause, he asked, “Do you have any nicknames? Vernon and Mr. Bailey just both feel so stiff and formal.” “Sobriquets, I have none. But you may call me whatever your heart desires, if I may bestow the same affection on you.” “Fair enough. Have you ever met a man named Austin Myers?” “Ian’s husband? No, he and I have never been formally introduced. I have seen his likeness in photographs and newspapers, but not in the waking world.” “I can vouch for that,” I said. “Oz offered to meet Vernon when Vernon started cranking up the romantic overtures, and I stopped him. If Oz ever met Vernon, Vernon would remember, and I would’ve heard about it.” Suddenly, I felt the buzzing return. “Not again,” I said. “Is it happening again?” Mo asked me. All I could do was nod. “I’m confused,” Quincy said. Casting an angry look at Quincy, Mo said, “Everybody’s got to get out of the office. Izzy and Quincy, back to work. Vernon, you can come with me to meet Alexander.” “Thank you,” I mouthed to Mo as the buzzing intensified. Mo closed the door behind him, and I locked it shut and drew the blind. It felt just as intense this time as it had the day before. I had just gotten used to looking straight ahead and seeing the tops of doorjambs, and suddenly, I had to look down. I was getting taller again. With a tensing pain, I realized that I had finally outgrown Oz’s shoes. They didn’t explode off my feet, but once they were off, I doubt I was ever going to get them back on. The pants Mo had purchased for me just yesterday were riding up my calves, showing a hint of skin. The shirt, also purchased just yesterday, began rising as well, until a small flash of my midriff appeared in the gap. As I stood marveling at my new height, my pecs burst forward, blocking my view. The neckline of the shirt pulled down, but the front of the shirt held. Freed from the constraint, I actually felt my neck expand with muscle. My lats and shoulders pushed wider, spreading my arms further away. The shirt was made to stretch, but it was never meant to stretch this wide. A credit to its manufacturers, it held. Doors were going to be a complete nightmare for me now. My arms, not to be outdone, grew obscenely thick. I went to flex them, but the sleeves constricted them, restricting my ability to bend at the elbow. I recalled that Mo had assured me this fabric was designed for bodybuilders and was unlikely to tear. But he didn’t say what would happen if I outgrew it. I felt trapped in my own shirt. My biceps overinflated with musculature, my forearms (now larger than lesser men’s biceps), threatened the cuffs, but the shirt still held. I then had to move my legs wider as my thighs grew more densely packed with muscle. The pants had grown so tight around me that it was restricting circulation. My calves joined soon after, also pushing the pant legs to an extreme. I tried bending my knees—as much as I could, given just how cramped in these clothes I was—but the pants would not split or shred. I was trapped in them too. My pants were digging into me painfully. I reached to pull down my pants to relieve the pressure, but between my arms’ new thickness and the shirt’s unwillingness to rip, I couldn’t reach my waist. If I could get these clothes off, I’d have a greater range of motion, but as of now, I was entombed in my own clothing. Then my ass got more muscular. It pulled the seat of my overtaxed pants even further away. I hoped this added pressure would be enough to blow out the pants, giving me some freedom, but when my ass reached its new round, muscular immensity, the pants still held. I tried bending over at the waist to force the issue, but given just how tight the pants were, I couldn’t bend far enough. Then I felt the buzzing settle into my cock and balls. They were already pushed so far forward, but they started surging larger. My balls went first, growing leaden and full, stretching out the front of my pants further. It felt like someone was slowly stepping on my nuts and not relenting. The seams creaked a little, but even they didn’t give up the ghost. Then my cock, already impossibly big, grew larger and thicker, plumping and engorging. There was no room for it to grow, but it grew anyways. When my cock stopped growing, it was over. I tried to breathe deeply to calm down, but my chest couldn’t expand enough to let all the air in. I stood there, like an overstuffed armchair or a taxidermied starfish. If either of those were lime green. Unable to bend my knees, I had to kick my legs to either side to get to my desk where my phone was. I needed Mo. There was no way I was going to make it through the rest of the work day like this. As I slowly and delicately tottered to my desk, I felt like a parade float. It took five times as long to get to my desk as it should have. My phone was in the middle of my workspace. I couldn’t bring my arm in front of me to reach it—the sleeves wouldn’t let me—so I had to stand with the side of my leg pressing the desk, and bend that direction. I resisted the urge to sing, “Tip me over and pour me out,” as I reached for my phone. I succeeded in getting my phone on the first try, but a new problem became apparent when I tried to call Mo. Given my limited mobility, I couldn’t bring my phone up to my face to select the right number, and given the volume of my pecs and limited flexibility, I couldn’t look down. I was familiar enough with my phone’s interface that I could navigate to my contacts without looking, but I’d be dialing blind. I didn’t think anyone but Mo would be helpful to me. I was going to have to go to Mo. Mo, who was on the seventh floor. With Alexander. And Vernon. I needed help, that much was certain, and the only people I really trusted where Mo and Alexander, so it was a foregone conclusion. I sighed in resignation, involuntarily shrugging, and I felt my shoulders graze my earlobes. I turned around to begin waddling to my door. I still couldn’t properly bend my knees, so I was forced to rack my balls with every step. Unfortunately, with my hyper-magnified libido and obdurate testicles, it quickly changed from painful to erotic. By the time I reached the door, I was fully hard. Since there was nowhere for it to go in my pants, it was creeping around my hip, so I had even less hip flexibility. I turned sideways to unlock the door, and missed it on my first go. It was lower than I expected it to be. Or rather, I was higher than I expected me to be. Correcting for this change in height, I unlocked the door, turned the knob, and shuffled backwards to open it. The doorway almost proved my undoing. I had very little ability to squat or bend over, and I was too tall and wide to get through the door without doing both. My first attempt was like trying to force a lemon into an ice cube tray. It was not going to happen. I turned sideways again and lowered myself as much as I could—it wasn’t much given the restraints at my knees and hips, but it was just enough. I slid through the door, the doorjamb tickling my hair. I was almost out when my left pec caught on the frame. At first, I thought I was wedged in. Being big enough to get wedged into a doorway sideways was ridiculous. But here it was happening to me. My cock began leaking and throbbing. As I tried to free myself, though, I realized the fabric of the shirt had caught on a splinter. Less hot, but it meant I would be able to still use doors once I was free from my outfit. I pushed myself the rest of the way through the door. Either the splinter would give and I could continue, or the shirt would give, and I could maybe release myself. Either result felt like a victory. The splinter snapped off the frame, and I got through the door. I had been so preoccupied with extricating myself, that I’d forgotten this was a place of business. A few scattered people were at their desks, but the majority of people were on their lunch breaks. Very few people saw me. Most of them just smiled and waved, oblivious to my changes. To them, I always looked like this. One intern in the audience ran away, but that was an intern’s normal reaction to seeing a manager. I resumed my trek to Mo. Because Alexander’s cubicle is one flight down, I would usually take the stairs, but unable to bend my knees, taking the stairs would likely have ended in a broken neck. So, I teetered my way to the elevator. When I got there, I had to turn slightly sideways to reach the button. Again, it was lower than I expected it to be, so I had to press it twice. The doors slid open. There was Jayce with his mail cart. “I’ll wait for the next one,” I said. “I promise,” he said, “I won’t try to seduce you this time. I’m just waiting out the time to get the rest of my stipend.” “Between you me and the cart, we won’t all fit.” “Nonsense,” Jayce replied. “We fit before.” He moved his cart in front of him. “See? Plenty of room for you.” I sidled into the elevator, almost banging my head on the top of the door, but we both did fit, just barely. While I situated myself on my side the elevator, Jayce eyed me up and down. I could also see him look a little too intently at my cock. Or rather, the wet spot at the head of my cock. “You really need bigger clothes,” Jayce said. “Dress for the size you are, not the size you were.” “Good advice.” He had no idea how true his words were. “When I first started packing on the muscle,” he added, idly flexing his arm, “I resisted buying larger clothes as long as I could. But, once I did, I was far more comfortable.” “Could you press 7?” I said. “Sure,” he said. The ride was a short one, but Jayce had time to offer one more proposition. “If you wanted to, I could get you a contract with my porn distributor. They’re always looking for new talent, and a body like yours is once in a lifetime.” “I’m married,” I reminded him. Jayce laughed. The elevator stopped, and the door opened. “Talk to your old man. See what he thinks. His answer might surprise you.” I was off the elevator, and the door closed behind me. Deliberately, carefully, I got the rest of the way to Alexander’s cubicle. I was worried that by the time I got there, they’d have gone somewhere else, but, thankfully, Mo and Alexander were still in Alexander’s cubicle. Even more thankfully, Vernon was nowhere in sight. “Mo,” I cried once I was in eyeshot. “Holy fuck!” Mo cried. He ran out to help me. Almost instinctively, he went to touch me in his efforts, but stopped at the last second. “I need help,” I said. “I can see that,” Alexander said. “Cut these clothes off me. Or something. I’m trapped.” “I don’t know how to do that without touching you,” Mo confessed. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck! “Just do it,” I acquiesced. Mo grabbed a pair of scissors off Alexander’s desk and forced its blade between my cuff and my forearm. “I need to brace myself against you to steady myself.” “Get it over with.” Mo put his hand on my shoulder. 25 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mdlftr Posted April 20, 2020 Share Posted April 20, 2020 "I'm a little teapot, short and stout....." =============LOVE the writing!!================= My phone was in the middle of my workspace. I couldn’t bring my arm in front of me to reach it—the sleeves wouldn’t let me—so I had to stand with the side of my leg pressing the desk, and bend that direction. I resisted the urge to sing, “Tip me over and pour me out,” as I reached for my phone. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bear Posted April 20, 2020 Share Posted April 20, 2020 This. Is. Awesome. Great storytelling, great writing, wonderful work all around. I run out of superlatives. Cannot wait to the next chapter. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tjdonger Posted April 21, 2020 Share Posted April 21, 2020 Outstanding! Keeps me in suspense. Well written and fun! More please... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted April 21, 2020 Share Posted April 21, 2020 i had a feeling that the last fantasy will be Mo's and look what we finally get. I feel like Mo is the only one that notices the changes because he came to visit otherwise i even doubt he was gonna be able to control himself over the growth and libido. You giving us clues as to what is happening and we have to piece everything together. The painting being higher everytime he grows, Gatter's all around smells, little bits and pieces that come sinto place. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bigger Posted April 21, 2020 Share Posted April 21, 2020 The inevitable has arrived! Mo touched him! Can’t wait to see what’s his fantasy! (considering he might have one) This whole scheme, where everyone seems to gather at the workplace, makes me think that we’re probably soon getting to the end of this amazingly hot story! Really you should make it a novel, dude! On a side note: OH YES! MORE HOT GROWTH SCENES!! Again! Again! Hehe 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jtchef2 Posted April 24, 2020 Share Posted April 24, 2020 Amazing story Can't wait to read more. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TQuintA Posted April 24, 2020 Author Share Posted April 24, 2020 Chapter 38 Suddenly, I burst out of my clothes. They went flying in every direction at once and sent Mo careening backwards. My musculature was released, and I roared. Regaining his balance, Mo took my hand and led me to the office he’d been using for a week and a half. “They won’t notice you’ve gotten bigger,” he said, “but they will notice you’re naked. Wait here while I clear a path. For a half an hour, I waited alone in my brother’s office. Naked. Erect. Dripping. I grabbed a handful of Kleenex off Mo’s desk to stop myself from ruining his carpet. I didn’t dare masturbate. I knew my next explosion would be like a geyser, and there was no way to explain the devastation. I waited. For half an hour. Keening for release. After that interminable wait, Mo returned, and beckoned me to follow. At first, I thought he was taking me down some obscure back staircase, but instead, he shunted me into the conference room. Inside, there was a crowd waiting. All men. Not a one of them dressed. Izzy sat on the table, his legs dangling over the edge. He was lazily flexing his arms, his muscles oiled and waiting. Leaning against the wall to my right, Vernon was sniffing a flower plaintively. With his free hand, he was slowly stroking his erect cock, his pinky raised as though he were holding a fancy teacup. Against the wall to my left, Garrett was running his hands through his hair, his stocky torso on full display. At the back of the room, Jayce was setting up a camera on a stand. His erect, rigid cock would occasionally crash into the tripod, and then I realized that they were both tripods. I turned around to get out of the room, but Mo and Alexander were blocking my escape. In the time I’d been looking around the room, they’d also gotten completely naked. Mo had his arm draped around Alexander’s shoulder, and Alexander was smiling. “What’s going on here?” I asked. “You’re going to fuck us,” Mo said simply. “All of us,” Alexander finished. “All?” Not sure what to do, I turned around. There was another way out of the room at the other end, but before I could make a plan to get there, the door opened, and Oliver came in. “All of us,” Mo repeated. “If you’re gong to implode your marriage, you’re going out in style.” “And you can’t cum until we’ve all had a turn,” Oliver said, shedding his work uniform. “It wouldn’t be sporting, otherwise,” Vernon said. “It’ll make one amazing movie,” Jayce said, starting the camera. “Look at him. He’s scared,” Garret chimed. “This barely won’t even be tough for you, brah,” Izzy said. “On your marks,” Mo said. My cock was throbbing from the attention “Get set,” Mo continued. The pre that had been dribbling for an our began pouring down the length of my cock. “Go,” they all said. There was no escape, and I gave in. I took two quick steps forward and pushed Izzy so he lay with his back on the table. Then, I dragged him so his ass hung off the edge of the table and braced one of his feet on each of my shoulders. A slippery as he was, it was easy to slide him around. Before he could put up any resistance, I had my full length in him. “You’ve got a footlong, haven’t you?” he asked, gritting his teeth. I’d entered him a little too roughly, but I bottomed out. I shouldn’t have been able to fit in so quickly, but he must have used the half hour wait to open himself up. While I plowed Izzy, the rest formed a circle around us, watching intently, occasionally touching themselves to keep their cocks hard, but not daring to get off until it was their turn. “What can I say? I’m huge everywhere,” I said to Izzy as I lifted him off the table. Aside from me, Izzy had the biggest muscles in the room, but I was powerful enough to pick up like a doll. I bucked my hips at his waiting hole. Izzy’s feet were still on my shoulders, so his whole body was several feet off the ground. “Harder and higher, man,” he said, his breath catching in his lungs. “Pace yourself, brother,” Mo reminded me. But it was too late for Izzy, his 5.5-inch cock was already shooting all over himself. Before his orgasm could settle, I tossed him to the side, and he rolled on the floor. “Who’s next?” I asked. “That was barely anything.” Garrett stepped forward. “I’ve never had anything inside me,” he announced. He put his hand on his belly and rubbed it. “I’ve only ever topped, and I haven’t done that since college.” I lifted him up onto the table so he was the appropriate height. While jacking him off with one hand, I wet my pinky with my saliva, then worked it up his ass. Garrett was incredibly tight, and my pinky was rather large. I worked him with two fingers, then three. When I was contemplating a fourth, he began violently shaking and orgasmed all over the table. Disappointed, I turned around. “I didn’t even get my cock into this one. Who’s next?” Vernon tossed his flower at my feet. “I believe I am the next name on your dance card,” he said with a bow. “Over here, now, on the floor,” I commanded “Yes, sir.” As soon as he was on the floor, I got on all fours on top of him. I was now tall enough and wide enough that I could be on all fours and he would fit under me. My pecs forced his head downward, and I lined myself up with his asshole. With a little bit of work, I was able to get the head of my cock into his ass, but not much more. Unlike Izzy, Vernon expected me to do the work. “Splendid,” Vernon whispered, just loud enough for me to hear him. I began rocking back and forth, barely getting my cock head in and out, but enough to create some delightful friction. Vernon was in heaven. While I worked on Vernon’s ass, I felt something slip into my ass behind me. It was Jayce’s legendary cock. “Can’t wait my turn anymore,” Jayce said. “And I couldn’t let an ass this magnificent go un-fucked.” Now I was both getting and receiving. I had to keep perfect balance or I would crush Vernon with either my weight or my cock, and I had to keep perfect timing or I would knock Jayce over. Soon enough, we found the rhythm. Jayce, a professional top, was getting close, but Vernon was closer. And I was able to get some more of my cock into Vernon. Once the tip of my cock hit is patient prostate, he burst all over himself, but I just kept going, Vernon flailing underneath me. Once Vernon had had his fill, I clenched my ass around Jayce’s cock and stood up to my full height. Jayce was lifted an inch off the ground, falling forward to balance himself on my back, unable to get his cock out of me. “Fuck yeah,” Jayce said. He was red and sweaty from fucking me, and now I wasn’t letting him orgasm. I held him there for a good ten seconds and took a few vanity strokes of my cock. When I’d finished punishing him for cutting, I squatted just enough for him to get his feet on the floor and released him. I spun around, pushed him down to his knees and thrust my cock in his mouth. His eyes complained that he was so close to release, why was I doing this. “Once I’m slick enough,” I told him, “I’ll finish you off. In the meantime,” I continued, pointing at Oliver, “you get over here.” Oliver complied. While Jayce distorted his throat and face trying to get as much of my cock down his throat as he could, I could feel my balls tingle and churn. Jayce knew what he was doing, but I still had four men to go. I instructed Oliver to lean over. Again, he complied. I stuck three fingers in my mouth and got them dripping wet. Jayce continued worshipping and licking my shaft. The pleasure from Jayce’s dedications were becoming a distraction. I took my fingers and began working Oliver open wider. When I could feel Oliver was ready, I gave the instructions. “When I give the word, the two of you are going to bend over this table, right next to each other. This is going to be a twofer.” Oliver and Jayce nodded. “Okay, now.” Oliver and Jayce got into position, and I began thrusting into them to the full hilt. First one, all the way in, flex my cock, all the way out, then the other, all the way in, flex my cock, all the way out. Back and forth. Jayce’s ass was more muscular than Oliver’s, so it could grip my cock more strongly, but Oliver’s was more youthful, tighter, and pliable. I delighted slapping the Eye of Horus each time I reached the end of my cock. Back and forth. Oliver and Jayce began to moan in counterpoint. Jayce’s low baritone, Oliver’s reedy tenor. All the way in, flex, all the way out. The constant stimuli were driving me to the brink. If I didn’t actively will against it, I would blow at any moment. “Let’s make it a game,” I said, puffing my words out, beginning to feel the exertions of my workout. “First of you to burst gets a second turn after I cum.” Quickly, Oliver had his right hand on his 5 inches, pumping it furiously, his arm bulging with the intensity. “You’re not taking me down that easily,” Jayce said to Oliver. With both of his hands, he began ferociously stroking his 9.5-inch monster. “I do this for a living, kid, and I was already close to blowing.” Back and forth. It looked like Jayce was going to finish first, when I flexed my cock inside Oliver’s ass and he shouted loudly, spraying cum all over the carpet in the conference room. “We have a winner,” Mo said, helping Oliver to the side to recuperate. With Oliver out of the way, I began fucking Jayce at rabbit speed. Almost immediately, he undulated up and down. He looked up at the camera, pointed his cock at the lens, and came in a beautiful arc, his chest and shoulders flared. “That’s what I call a money shot,” he bragged and slumped over the table. I still had not cum. I felt like a beast running rampage in the wild. I could not function again until I came. Alexander tapped me on the shoulder. “Cayden and I have decided something,” he said. “He fucks me, not you.” “Okay,” I grunted. “Do I fuck Mo?” “Sure do, Eenie,” Mo said, gently laying me down on the floor. My cock stood up in the air like a monument to phallic excess, red and vibrating from overstimulation. Facing away from me so I only saw his shapely ass, muscular back, and the back of his head, Mo lowered himself onto me, my cock feeling warm and welcome. His ass gripped it gently, not wanting to go off too quickly after its Olympic demonstrations. When he bottomed out, he shuddered slightly, and that slight vibration hit me just right, almost sent me over the edge. Now that I was fully inside him, he kneeled. Alexander stepped forward, and while Mo fellated Alexander, he raised himself up and down on my cock. Up and down. It felt so good. I was about to erupt. So close. So wonderful. So… “Let’s get you out of those clothes, big guy,” Mo said, cutting into the fabric. I was outside the conference room, still trapped in my too tight clothing. Mo and Alexander were still fully dressed. Mo saw the wet spot spread across my pants as my cock leaked pre like a faucet and said, “Sorry. Just want to remind you, I’m only human.” As the sleeve pulled away from my body, I looked like a snake shedding its skin. One sleeve, then the other. One pant leg, then the other. As the legs pulled away from my skin, I could feel blood return to my extremities. “Can you bend your arms now?” Mo asked. I moved my arms back and forth; I had regained most of the movement in my arms. “Good. Can you bend your knees?” he asked. I lifted each leg as high as it would go and stood tall a few times. It felt so good to move my knees. “Good. Now, one deep squat. As deep as you can go.” I squat so deeply that my monstrous ass touched the floor. Within my tights, I felt my boxer briefs give way, but the pants held firm. “Good. You think you can get yourself home?” I nodded. “Okay then. You got your keys?” he asked. “In my office, next to my phone and my wallet.” “Alexander, go run and get them. Quickly.” Alexander was there and back in less than a minute. Mo handed me my keys and phone, careful not to touch me again. He added, “Drive yourself home. Alexander will cover for you.” “I will?” he asked. “You will,” Mo insisted. Then, he turned to me and said, “Text me the measurements as soon as you know them. I’ll see what I can get you and then come home.” “Thank you,” I said in relief and headed towards the elevator. “Oh, and, Eenie?” I turned around. “I will want all the details when I get home. Every. Last. 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Mdlftr Posted April 24, 2020 Share Posted April 24, 2020 This episode focused on Mo's fantasy, rather than the growth of Eenie. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bigger Posted April 24, 2020 Share Posted April 24, 2020 Wow, Mo sure does have a wild fantasy! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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